Page 9 of Committed to You

“Everything about you.” It’s true. She’s consumed all my thoughts.

“Hmm,” she murmurs.

“What’s that about? You don’t believe me?”

She doesn’t answer.

I roll her onto her back and lean over her. My face is inches from hers. “We didn’t get to finish our experiment.”

“Experiment?”

“Yes. You were supposed to tell me if you didn’t like this, remember? I think we left off here.” I softly push my lips to hers tasting them briefly and then again, waiting for her to welcome me into her mouth.

She inhales sharply.

“I like it. Do you like it?” I murmur against her lips.

Her lips part. Heaven opens as I finally get to taste her, slowly at first, then with more urgency as she cups my head, pulling me closer, creating a fire hotter than any kiss I’ve ever experienced.

“What if I do this,” I ask as my lips travel across her jaw and nibble on her ear.

She whimpers, and I move to the curve of her neck and collarbone as I unbutton her pajama top.

“You said you would be good,” she whispers then inhales sharply as I bend down and lick her areola.

“I’m being good…to you. Don’t worry, my dick’s on lockdown,” I promise her again then gently suck on her nipple.

“Oh…” she breathes as her fingers lace into my hair.

I trace her fullness with my fingers and tease each nipple with my tongue and lips, watching her chest rise and fall faster.

“Your breasts are amazing.” I bring my mouth back to hers.

“I’m sure you’ve seen plenty,” she mumbles.

Nibbling on her earlobe, I confirm, “I have. That doesn’t make yours any less amazing.”

Continuing to explore her body, I slide her shorts off and kiss the insides of her thighs. Her chest is rising and falling quicker, and the scent of her sex infiltrates every atom in my body, taunting me about everything I’ve imagined doing to her since I first laid eyes on her.

Moving back to her mouth, I kiss her again, running my finger over her slit then sliding into her. She clenches and slightly trembles. “I like this. Do you like this?”

She whimpers louder, and I know I’ll be playing it over and over in my head after this night is over.

I move my fingers out of her and over her nub, sliding back and forth, teasing her as she gasps into my mouth.

Her beautiful breasts heave against my chest, and I circle faster on her, making her cum while my tongue is in her mouth. Moaning, with a shaky lip, she grips her arms around me, and precum slips out of my dick, but I remind myself I’m only pleasing her tonight. While I want nothing more than to experience all of Vivian, she has notions about me and my sexual life. So I’ve decided to show her how good I can make her feel and, once I convince her, then I can have it all. But it won’t be tonight.

When her climax slows, I shimmy down her body, kissing her inner thighs once more, smelling her orgasm, ready to experience what I’ve been obsessing to taste for over seven months.

Seven months.She has haunted me for seven months. No woman has ever been on my mind this much. And no woman ever has made me work this hard to pleasure her.

If any other woman had avoided my advances like Vivian has, I would have moved on. But no matter who I screw or how hard, I cannot escape her.

And every fuck since meeting her has been a disappointment, a mere activity to pass the time until I can have her as mine.

No other woman has silky, smooth skin as luxurious as cashmere. Or hair that’s so soft I want to wrap it around my body. Or a voice dripping innocent sweetness. Or eyes that shine bright with every expression she’s feeling.

So when I wrap her thighs around my shoulders and feast upon her sex, exploring her insides and outsides with my tongue, my heart is pounding in every cell of my body. As I glide all through her, and she presses her hands harder into my head, I’m determined I’m going to give her the best orgasm of her life so she has no questions about what I can give her and how I can take care of her.

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